When I left the Jobos I went to different churches, depending on where I lived at the time. I still believed in god and jesus at the time.
I was beginning to feel that there was actually no god but continued with the delusion as it comforted me.
The church I went to had some that claimed they could speak in tongues. I suspected this was just an attention seeking device and that they were just spouting gibberish to appear special.
I went to a church morning breakfast. Nice toast and cup cakes, I have to say.
2 of the local women from the congregation that were prominent, were trying to heal the arthritis deformed feet of a bloke called Peter. Bless him, he wasn't an academic sort and had a simplistic view of life. As I entered the room, I saw the 2 women had his socks off and were pouring olive oil onto his feet.
He was going to hospital the next week for an operation to correct his feet and he was afraid so opted for 'faith healing(tm).
They were shouting stuff like, 'We command you in the name of jesus............get out of his legs, satan!'
I watched, gobsmacked at the weirdness of the scene. Did they REALLY expect to see a miracle? Perhaps they did. especially given the preacher had told the congregation how some geezer in another country had his leg grow back after jesus was invoked.
This went on until one of the women said, 'I can't understand why it's not working.'
By now I was thinking it was probably because god really didn't exist.
I said, 'perhaps god wants him to go to hospital and have the healing that way for some reason pertinent to his plan.'
The 2 women looked at me as if I'd just exposed myself in a bus queue.
That was the last time I went to the church. I left thinking, 'They're all bloody bonkers!'
This was the last straw for me. I saw the absolute base stupidity of religion.
Thanks to Peter's feet, I am now a fundy atheist.
The WBT$ once asked, 'What has religion done for mankind?'
Well, it hasn't cured Peter's feet. Atheists did that.